Thanks, subconscious mind!

[TheWritingGroup]

I've actually posted those words on the forum before, in another context. This is sort of the opposite of another thread I started: https://forum.literotica.com/threads/betrayed-by-my-own-mind.1640007/

Contains spoilers for Pranked: Barbie.

In the previous novella, "Pranked", Rick is established as a very muscular, tall young man, who is gentle and affectionate (unless you threaten his family).

In the sequel, for reasons related to my continuing deconstruction of certain porn tropes, he is transformed into a fit but not athletic young woman, and has to learn everything from wearing lingerie and high heels to interacting with people as a woman, and how it is different from being a man.

Barbie encounters someone she knew as Rick, and they have very fun, joyous, nonromantic sex.

It was only just now, almost two months after publication, that i realized: Norm is very like Rick. He's a young weight lifter who is very gentle and kind, but protective. I had Barbie fucking the closest thing possible to her own old self. Barbie even remarks on their both having sexual dysfunctions that are remedied during the story. (Their psychiatrist is a character, too.)

It's very weird to me that I didn't realize I was doing that. I wish I had, I could have done more with their relationship. My subconscious mind introduced a cool plot element that I (the wordy part of the brain) was too slow to catch on to.

--Annie

 

[ElectricBlue]

I had Barbie fucking the closest thing possible to her own old self. Barbie even remarks on their both having sexual dysfunctions that are remedied during the story. (Their psychiatrist is a character, too.)

It's very weird to me that I didn't realize I was doing that. I wish I had, I could have done more with their relationship. My subconscious mind introduced a cool plot element that I (the wordy part of the brain) was too slow to catch on to.

Best thing ever when you get to do that in a story, even better when you get to do it to yourself, deliberately.

In my noir story, When it's Safe to Die, I have a sequence where the grizzled LA detective (written first person) gets it on with a young English fellow, who I based on myself aged twenty. That "me" was based on the time I got picked up in a university bookshop by an older Danish guy who saw me buying that year's poetry texts and invited me back to his place. Nothing happened because I'm hetero, but he was keen, and you should have seen the looks from the pretty boy who came into the kitchen!

He (the Danish dude, not the boy) introduced me to Marianne Faithfull's Broken English, for which I am forever grateful.